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dinohouseIt still feels like I'm inside a dream as the startlingly red captain takes me onto his ship. I have the image of it first coming into view still burned to my eyelids; when I blink I still see it as it rose in the sky behind him, as red and bold as its captain. I haven't felt so drawn to something in my life, its call as strong to me as the song of the stars. It's as if even the blood in my veins longs for it; I don't think I could have refused the captain's offer to join his crew, even with how strong my pride can be.
He shows me the engine room, the impressive inner mechanisms that keep the ship airborne, keep it humming with life. And it does have life, more than any ship I've been on before. I can feel it humming under my touch as I grip a railing. This ship has a voice, has a story to tell me, or maybe one to make with me.
The brief yet concise tour eventually comes to the main living room, what I can feel just with my first steps is the heart of the ship. It's sparsely furnished, a small table with a pair of chairs, a tiny couch with coffee table, the main controls for the computer screen on the far wall. And of course the captain's chair.
I hover at AkaRed's elbow for a moment, drinking in my surroundings as he points out the stairs that lead down toward the crew quarters, the doorway that leads to the galley, and the other stairs that lead up to the crow's nest.
It already feels like home. Like I've lived here all my life.
AkaRed moves to sit in his chair, tells me to make myself at home, pick out a room for myself. I shoulder the small pack I brought with me, all I usually travel with, and spin around, drinking the room in all over again.
He shows me the engine room, the impressive inner mechanisms that keep the ship airborne, keep it humming with life. And it does have life, more than any ship I've been on before. I can feel it humming under my touch as I grip a railing. This ship has a voice, has a story to tell me, or maybe one to make with me.
The brief yet concise tour eventually comes to the main living room, what I can feel just with my first steps is the heart of the ship. It's sparsely furnished, a small table with a pair of chairs, a tiny couch with coffee table, the main controls for the computer screen on the far wall. And of course the captain's chair.
I hover at AkaRed's elbow for a moment, drinking in my surroundings as he points out the stairs that lead down toward the crew quarters, the doorway that leads to the galley, and the other stairs that lead up to the crow's nest.
It already feels like home. Like I've lived here all my life.
AkaRed moves to sit in his chair, tells me to make myself at home, pick out a room for myself. I shoulder the small pack I brought with me, all I usually travel with, and spin around, drinking the room in all over again.
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Date: 2013-02-22 05:57 am (UTC)I can't bend closer to him in this position, not really, but that's okay - all that needs to meet is his ass to my hips, hard as I can manage it. Over and over, long as he can bear it and a bit longer if I'm not done by then. The pace quickens as I start to feel myself unravel, though the end's a fair pace off still. Still got time for adding plenty of bruises to the both of us yet.
"Know something, Mabe?" My speech is punchy, syllables chopped up into the groupings that fit into each of my harsh-drawn breaths as I slam into him. "Not nothing I've ever fucked turns me on like you do. Never met an ass like you before."
You, not 'yours'. I grin, crooked, a warm spark of light in my eye as I hold his gaze and fuck him raw.
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Date: 2013-02-23 12:55 am (UTC)I snort at the ass comment, and bless him with a little eye roll. I'm breathing too hard to form words properly now, beyond curses, but I still want him to know that I caught that.
I meet his thrusts with small jerks of my hips, the most I can manage with the position I'm in. The fire builds in my gut, and not a slow burn either. Like a match to paper.
My dick is hard between us, already weeping, but I'm not really focusing on that ache, I'm much more interested in every single fucking time his dick drives in deep and sends sparks so bright through my I see fucking stars.